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geance on't! there 'tis! now, sir, this staff is my sis | Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blooi, ter; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small than live in your air. as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog : Val. You have said, sir. -no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog, -0, the dog Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. is me, and I am myself; ay, so, s. Now come I to Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you my father ; Father, your blessing ; now should not the begin. shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly father; well, he weeps on :-now come I to my moth-shot off. er, (0, that she could speak now!) like a wood woman;

Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver. -well, I kiss her ;-why, there 'tis; bere's my mothr

Sil. Who is that, servant ? Gr's breath up and down : now come I to my sister; Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : mark the moan she makes: now the dog all this while sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay || and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company. the dust with my tears.

Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I

shall make your wit bankrupt. Enter Panthino.

Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer of Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master is

words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your fol. shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's

lowers ; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they the matter? why weep’st thou, man ? Away, ass ; you

live by your bare words. will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Laun. It is no matter if the tyd were lost; for it is

Sil. No morc, gentlemen, no more; here comes my

father the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd.

Enter Duke.
Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?
Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog.

Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and,

Sir, Valentine, your father's in good health : in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy

What say you to a letter from your friends voyage, lose thy master ; and, in losing thy master, lose

Of much good news?

Val. thy service; and, in losing thy service, Why dost

My lord, I will be thankful thou stop my mouth?

To any happy messenger from thence. Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.

Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ?

Val. Ay, my lord, I know the gentleman Laun. In thy tale

To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

And not without desert so well reputed.
Pan. In thy tail ?
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the mas.

Duke. Hath he not a son ? ter, and the service? The tide l-Why, man, if the riv•

Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son, that well deserves er were dry, I am able to fill it with my tcars; if the

The honour and regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well ? wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.

Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call

We have convers'd, and spent our hours together : thee.

And though myself, have been an idle truant,
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Pan. Wilt thou go?

Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
Laun. Well, I will go.


To clothe wine age with angel-like perfection;

Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's his name, SCENE IV.- Milan. An apartment in the Duke's Made use and fair advantage of his days; palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed, His years but young, but his experience old; Sil. Servant

His head unmellow'd, but his judgement ripe ; Val. Mistress?

And, in a word, (for far behind his worth Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.

Come all the praises that I now bestow.) Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

He is complete in feature, and in mind, Speed. Not of you.

With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Val, of my mistress then.

Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, Speed. 'T'were good, you knocked him.

He is as worthy for an empress' love, Sil. Servant, you are sad.

As meet to be an einperor's counsellor. Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.

Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me, Thu. Seem you that you are not?

With commendation from great potentates; Val. Haply, I do.

And here he means to spend his time a-while: Thu. So do counterfeits.

I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. Val. So do you.

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. Thu. What seem I, that I am not?

Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth ; Val. Wise.

Silvia, I speak to you ;-and you, sir Thurio :Thu. What instance of the contrary?

For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it : Val. Your folly.

I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit Drike. Thu. And how quote you my folly?

Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Val, I quote it in your jerkin.

Had come along with me, but that his mistress Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchisd them Thu. How?

Upon some other pawn for fealty. Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change col Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners

still. Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of ca Sil. Nay, then he should be blind ; and, being blin, meleon.

How could he see his way to seek out you?



with you.

Fel. Why lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Pro. When I was siek, you gave me bitter pilk;
Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. And I must minister the like to you.
Fal. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Com a homely object love can wink.

Yet let her be a principality,

Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
Enter Proteus.

Pro. Except my mistress.
Sl. Have done, have done ; here comes the gentle


Sweet, except not any Except thou wilt except against my

love. Vel. Welcome, dear Proteus !- Mistress, I beseech Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? you,

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
Confirm his welcome with some special favour. She shall be dignified with this high honour,-

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth
If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.

Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,
icle Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him And, of so great a favour growing proud,
To be my fellow-strvant to your ladyship.

Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, SL Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

And make rough winter everlastingly. Pru. Not so, sweet kady; but too mean a servant Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing Pd. Leave off discourse of disability :

To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.

She is alone. Pre. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.

Pro. Then let her alone. Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed;

Val, Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own ; Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. And I as rich in having such a jewel, Fre. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. As twenty seas,

if all their sand were pearl, Sil. That you are welcome ?

The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
No; that you are worthless. | Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,

Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Enter Servant.

My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Sere. Madam, my lord your father would speak (Only for his possessions are so huge,


with her along; and I must after, SiL II wait upon his pleasure. (Exit Serv.] Come,

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy. sir Thurio,

Pro. But she loves you?

Ay, and we are betrothd;
Go with me :Once more, new servant, welcome:
I leave you to confer of home-affairs;

Nay, more, our marriage-hour, When you have done, we look to hear from you.

With all the cunning manner of our flight, Prs. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.

Determind of: how I must climb her window;

The ladder made of cords; and all the means [Exeunt Sil

. Thur. and Speed. Plotted ; and 'greed on, for my happiness. Td. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you

Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, came? Prs. Four friends are well, and have them much

In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. commended.

Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth: id. And bow do yours?

I must unto the road, to disedibark
I left them all in health.

Some necessaries that I netds must use ; iel. How does your lady? and how thrives your

And then I'll presently attend you. love?

Vel. Will you make haste?

I will. [E rit Val. Fre. My tales of love were wont to weary you ;

Even as one heat another heat expels,
I know, you joy not in a love discourse.

Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
Ed. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now:
I have dare penance for conteinning love ;

So the remembrance of my former love
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me

Is by a newer object quite forgotten. With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,

Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise, Fith nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ;

Her true perfection, or my false transgression, Fes , in revenge of my contempt of love,

That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ? Love hath chas*d sleep from my enthralled eyes,

She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love ; And maile them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.

That I did love, for now my love is thawd; Q grotle Proteus, love's a mighty lord ;

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a tire, led back so humbled me, as, I confess,

Bears no impression of the thing it was. to his correction,

Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold; fx, to his service, no such joy on earth!

And that I love himn not, as I was wont : ba, no discourse, except it be of love;

0! but I love his lady too, too much ; far can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,

And that's the reason I love him so little. Spea the very naked name of love.

How shall I dote on her with more adviec, Pra. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eye:

That thus without advice begin to love her? We this the idol that you worship so?

'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, Feille Exen she; and is she not a heavenly saint?

And that hath dazzled my reason's light; Fre, No; but she is an earthly paragon.

But when I look on her perfections,

There is no reason but I shall be blind.
I will not flatter her.
If I can check my erring love, I will ;

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SCENE V.-The same. A street. Enter Speed and To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better-

Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.

Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferrd Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am

With twenty thousand soul-confirining oaths. not welcome. I reckon this always that a man is

I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome

But there I leave to love, where I should love. to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose: bostess say, welcome.

If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse | If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, with you presently; where, for one shot of five pence,

For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, | I to myself am dearer than a friend ; how did thy master part with madam Julia ?

For love is still more precious in itself: Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair ! parted very fairly in jest.

Shews Julia, but a swarthy Ethiope. Speed. But shall she marry him ?

I will forget that Julia is alive, Laun. No.

Remembʻring that my love to her is dead; Speed. How then ? Shall he marry her?

And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, Laun. No, neither.

Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. Speed. What are they broken?

I cannot now prove constant to myself, Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish.

Without some treachery usid to Valentine :Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him

To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window; it stands well with her.

Myself in counsel, his competitor:
Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not. Now presently I'll give her father natice

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? of their disguising, and pretended flight;
My staff understands me.

Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine; Speed. What thou say'st?

For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but | But, Valentine being gone, i'll quickly cross, lcan, and my staff understands me.

By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.

Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one.

As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! [Exit. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ?

SCENE VII-Verona. A room in Julia's house. En Laun. Ask my dog : If he say, ay, it will; if he say,

ter Julia and Lucetta. no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will. Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will.

Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ; gentle girl, assist me! Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, but by a parable.

Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how Are visibly character'd and engravidesay'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover? To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, Laun. I never know him otherwise.

How, with my honour, I may undertake
Speed. Than how?

A journey to my loving Proteus.
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me. Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps ; master.

Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. And when the flight is made to one so dear,

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the ale

Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not

Jul. O, know'st thou not his looks are my soul's worth the name of a Christian.

food! Speed. Why?

Pity the dearth, that I have pined in, Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in By longing for that food so long a time. thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian: Wilt thou Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, Speed. At thy service.


As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;
SCENE VI.-The same. An apartment in the palace. But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Enter Proteus.

Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;

Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns ;
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn ;

The current, that with gentle murmur glides,
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; Thou know'st, being slopp'd, impatienty doth rage;
And even that power, which gave me first my oath, But, when his fair course is not hindered,
Provokes me to this three-fold perjury.

He makes sweet music with the enamelld stones,
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
O sweet-suggesting love, it thou hast sinn d,

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.

And so by many winding nooks he strays, At first I did adore a twinkling star,

With willing sport, to the wild ocean. But now I worship a celestial sun.

Then let me go, and hinder not my course: Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;

I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, And he wants wit, that wants resolved will

And inake a pastime of each weary step.

go ?

Td the last step have brought me to my love; But, when I call to mind your gracious favours
And there I'N rest, as, after much turmoil,

Done to me, undeserving as I am,
Abkaxed soul doth in Elysium.

My duty pricks me on to utter that L. But in what habit will you go along? Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Jal. Not like a woman; for I would prevent, Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, The loose encounters of lascivious men:

This night intends to steal away your daughter ; Gente Lueetta, fit me with such weeds

Myself am one made privy to the plot.
As may beseem some well-reputed page.

I know you have determind to bestow her
Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your hair. On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ;
Jd. No, girl; 11 knit it up in silken strings, And should she thus be stolen away from you,
With twenty odd-conceited true love knots:

It would be much vexation to your age.
To be fant stie, may beeome a youth

Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose O greater time than I shall shew to be.

To cross my friend in his intended drift, Ls. What fashion, madam, shall I make your | Than, by concealing it, heap on your heart brecebes?

A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Jul. That fits as well, as-"tell me, good my lord, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. E What compass will you wear your farthingale?" Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care ; Why, even that fashion thou best lik’st, Lucetta. Which to requite, command me while I live. Ls. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, This love of theirs, myself have often seen, madam.

Haply, when they have judgʻd me fast asleep ;
Jul. Out out, Lucetta ! that will be ill-favour'd.

And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid
Ls. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, Sir Valentine her company, and my court:
Celess you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err,

jul. Loeetta, as thou lov'st me, let me bave And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,
What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly : (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn d.)
But tell me weneh, how will the world repute me, I gave him gentle looks ; thereby to find
For undertaking so unstaid a journey ?

That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.

And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Lu. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested Jul. Nay, that I will not.

I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, 14. Then never dream on infamy, but go. The key whereof myself have ever kept ; If Prou is like your journey, when you come, And thence she cannot be convey'd away. No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone : Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean I fear rre, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.

How he ber chamber window will ascend, Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear : And with a corded ladder fetch her down ; Athmasand oaths, an ocean of his tears,

For which the youthful lover now is gone, And instances as infinite of love,

And this way comes he with it presently ;
Warrant ne welcome to my Proteus.

Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
Lar. All these are servants to deceitful men. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
Id. Bace men that use them to so base effect ! That my discovery be not aimed at ;
Brit trekt stars did govern Proteus' birth :

For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
His words are boods, his oaths are oracles ;

Hath made me publisher of this pretence. His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ;

Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know
His tears, pur messengers sent from his heart; That I had any light from thee of this.
H heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming. (Exit.
Lu. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come to

Enter Valentine.
ML Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong, Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ?
To bar a hard opinion of his truth :

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger Ouh d serve my love, by loving him ;

That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And presently go with me to my chamber,

And I am going to deliver them. To take a note of what I stand in need of,

Duke. Be they of much import? To furnish me upon my longing journey.

Val. The tenor of them doth but signify All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,

My health, and happy being at your court. My guaris, my lands, my reputation ;

Duke. Nay, then no matter ; stay with me awhile ; Only, in lieu thereof, despatch me bence :

I am to break with thee of some affairs, Come answer not, but do it presently ;

That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. I an impatient of my carriance. [Exeunt. || 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter.

Val. I know it well, my lord ; and, sure, the match ACT III. .

Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleman

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qnalities SCENE 1.Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's pal- || Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: dee. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus. Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? Duke.

Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward, SIR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile ;

Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
We have some secrets to confer about.- [Exit Thu. | Neitlzer regarding that she is my child,
Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Nor fearing me as if I were her father :

Pro. My gracious lorl that which I would discover, || Anki, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
The law of friendship bids me to conceal:

Upon advice, bath drawn my love from her ;

And, where I thought the remnant of mine age

And slaves they are to me, that send them fying: Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, 0, could their master come and go as lightly, I now am full resolvd to take a wife,

Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. And turn her out to who will take her in :

My herald thoughts in thy mire bosom rest them; Then let her beauty be ber wedding-dower;

While I, their king, that hither them importune, For me and my possessions she esteems not.

Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath blesa'd Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? them, Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,

Because myself do want my servants' fortune : Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,

I curse myself, for they are sent by me, And nought esteems my aged eloquence :

That they should harbour where their lord should be. Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,

What's here? (For long agone I have forgot to tourt:

Silvia, this night will I enfranchise thee : Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;)

"Tis so ; and here's the laslder for the purpose. How, and which way, I may bestow myself,

Why, Phaeton, (for thou art Merops' son) To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ; And with thy daring folly burn the world ? Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,

Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee More than quick worls, lo move a woman's mind. Go, base intruder! over-weening slave!

Duke. But she did seorn a present that I sent her. Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; Val. A woman sometimes scoins what best contents And think, my patience, more than thy desert, her :

Is privilege for thy departure hence: Send her another ; never give her o'er ;

Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, For scorn at first makes after-love the more.

Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

But if thou linger in my territories, But rather to beget more love in you :

Longer than swiftest expedition If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ;

Will give the time to leave our royal court, For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.

By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;

I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. For, get you gone, she doth not mean away.

Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Though ne er so black, say, they have angels' faces.

[Exit Duke That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,

Val. And why not death, rather than living tor. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

ment? Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends

To die, is to be banish'd from myself; Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ;

And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, And kept severely from resort of men,

Is self from self; a deadly banishment ! That no man hath access by day to her.

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ? Val, Why then I would resort to her by night.

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys kept safe, Unless it be to think that she is by, That no man hath recourse to her by night.

And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Except I be by Silvia in the night,

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; There is no music in the nightingale; And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Unless I look on Silvia in the day, Without apparent hazard of his life.

There is no day for me to look upon : Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, She is my essence; and I leave to be, To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

If I be not by her fair influence Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Foster'd, illumin’d, cherish'd, kept alive. So bold Leander would adventure it.

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom : Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Tarry I here, I but attend on death; Advise me where I may have such a ladder.

But, fly 1 hence, I fly away from life. Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that.

Enter Proteus and Launce. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. That longs for every thing that he can come by.

Laun. So-ho! so-bo! Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.


What seest thou ? . Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone ;

Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a hair
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

On 's head, but 'tis a Valentine.
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Pro. Valentine?
Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Val, No.
Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Pro. Who then ? his spirit?
Val. Ay, my good lord.

Val. Neither.

Then let me see thy cloak; Pro. What then? I'll get me one of such mother length.

Val. Nothing Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike ? Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? Pro. Whom would'st thou strike? I pray thee, let me feel thy clonk upon me

Laun. Nothing. What letter is this same? What's here?-To Silvia?

Pro. Villain, forbear. And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing : I pray you, I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads, Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear :-Friend Valentine, a My thoughes do harbour with my Silvia nightly;


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